The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

Xia Chuan did not interrupt him, but listened quietly.

"At first I thought it was because he got old and his personality changed."

Chu Kui clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"Until one night, I came home after practicing my skills outside wearing a mask, and found him standing in the yard, waving at me."

His pupils dilated slightly, as if he were recalling a nightmare:

"I instinctively felt something was wrong and didn't dare to go forward."

But then I realized that, somehow, he had suddenly appeared right in front of me.

Chu Kui's voice began to tremble:

"Only when I got closer did I notice his face full of fangs."

Although he looks just like my father, he's not my father at all!

He took a deep breath, as if suppressing surging emotions:

"He seemed to want to attack me, but fortunately Old Wang appeared in time."

That thing seemed extremely wary of Elder Wang, so it left immediately.

Chu Kui's voice suddenly lowered, becoming almost inaudible:

"When I came to my senses and rushed into the house to look for my mother, I found that she was already dead."

The private room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Gao Haoguang lowered his head and looked at his toes.

Hai Shan closed his heterochromatic eyes, his lips slightly pursed.

Xia Chuan's face remained expressionless, but his gaze grew even more somber.

The silence lasted for a few breaths.

Xia Chuan nodded, his tone so calm it didn't seem like he was talking about something so heavy:

"So, the opening segment before each of your performances is about finding that thing?"

Chu Kui nodded, his eyes reddening, but he didn't shed a tear:

"It's not just the opening. I also ask people to inquire about it on ordinary days."

Unfortunately, there has been no news since.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wang Yan snatched Chu Kui's body away.

His eyes aged again, and the sorrow between his brows was deeper than that of Chu Kui.

He sighed, a long and heavy sigh that seemed to express the weariness of a thousand years.

"That guy is actually my junior brother."

Chen Xinmei, one of the most celebrated performers in Jintai Pear Garden.

Wang Yan's voice was hoarse:

"For some reason, he became a Nirvana Corpse back then and has lived until now, and was recently revived."

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes.

Finally, there's some new information about that guy.

Chapter 55 The Advantage Lies With Me!

The Gate of Nine Realms.

The atmosphere in the main hall was as oppressive as the sky before a storm.

A dozen or so powerful individuals sat on either side of the long table. Some had gloomy faces, some had darting eyes, and some stared silently at the table.

Chen sat in the main seat, his white hair as white as snow, hanging down to his shoulders.

His blood-red pupils calmly swept over everyone present, and the star mark between his brows shone faintly in the candlelight.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound that seemed to strike the heart with each tap.

"Now, the Nine Realms Gate Token is in my hands, and it recognizes me as its master."

Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

His gaze was so intense that no one dared to meet his eyes.

"Any objections?"

Everyone remained silent.

Not long ago, their sect leader, Burning Daoist, suddenly died.

At the critical moment of death, this man, who appeared out of nowhere, held the Nine Realms Gate Token and was established as the new Supreme Being and the next Gate Master of the Nine Realms Gate.

It's not that no one has tried to question this person.

Without exception, these people were missing something: a tongue, a mouth, a nose, eyes, and ears.

Even worse, in some cases, the heart was removed on the spot.

The terrifying methods, combined with the approval of the Nine Realms Gate Token, left everyone with no choice but to accept it.

Seeing everyone nod, Chen's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"very good."

He stood up, placed his hands on the table, and leaned slightly forward:

"That was the first meeting since the sect leader took office."

I know you have some reservations about the orders I previously issued, so I'm giving you a chance now.

These words caused a stir among the crowd.

A moment later, a powerful being stood up.

The man was burly and had a rugged face, but his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Sect Master."

His voice sounded a little strained.

"Bringing the disciples of the Central Divine Power back into the sect was something the previous sect leader had decided on."

Why are you sending out the corpse of the Central Divine again?

Everyone nodded, their gazes shifting back and forth between Chen and the powerful cultivator.

He recalled the arrangements made by the previous sect leader.

[Those with great supernatural powers are forbidden from participating in battles; they may train disciples within their sects, but these disciples may not surpass those with intermediate supernatural powers.]

The order was bizarre and incomprehensible, but it received the approval of nine orders in total.

The convergence of the nine commands constitutes the highest will of the Nine Realms Gate, which cannot be defied.

But now, the new sect leader has released the Central Divine Corpse as soon as he takes office.

"You do still remember the orders of the previous sect leader."

His gaze swept over the crowd, his voice growing colder:

"All of the previous sect leader's arrangements were aimed at seizing the Myriad Paths Weaving Machine."

"And you lot have really been living a peaceful life for too long!"

Chen's face showed disdain, and he tapped his finger heavily on the table:

"When I inherited this position."

You actually managed to withdraw your plans from northern Shaanxi!

"What kind of logic is it to abandon your own camp before starting a war?"

Everyone looked troubled, and someone whispered their defense:

"But it was on the orders of the previous sect leader that we gathered the Central Divine Power disciples back into the sect..."

Chen nodded, his tone softening slightly, but his gaze remained sharp:

"There's no problem gathering the disciples of the Central Divine Power."

But why did you take back the corpse of the Central Divine Power?

What the Thousand Machines Pavilion is doing there now, nobody knows!

The crowd hesitated, and no one spoke again.

Chen straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and spoke in an unquestionable tone:

"I'll tell you what to do."

His voice echoed in the council chamber:

"All the corpses inside the gate were dumped in northern Shaanxi."

I have already instructed my disciples to draw up a list, including the names of the individuals, their innate abilities, and their destinations. You may send them there accordingly.

Someone mustered up the courage to ask a question:

"What should we do with the nameless one from the Thousand Machines Pavilion?"

Chen scoffed, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"The Thousand Machine Hall only has one great supernatural power."

If it dares to make a move, depending on where it strikes, I will personally test my strength against it!

"The advantage is in my hands!"

Everyone agreed in unison, and no one raised any further objections.

Chen stood up, flicked his sleeves, and left.

Stepping out of the council hall, the corridor was deep and dimly lit by candlelight.